A Time to Talk
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16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by
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When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.
-Robert Frost (1874-1963)
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The Pain Inside
I saw the stars that shine
When I looked into your eyes.
I felt the pain inside
MOHABBAT EK EHSAS
कोई दीवाना कहता है, कोई पागल समझता है !
He'll Never Know
I want to run, I want to hide
From all the pain he caused inside.
I want to screa
MAN SE SWIKAR
एक पहल रिश्ते की ओर (कविता का शीर्षक )
hum dono hamesha dost rahenge
हर सुख दुःख में, साथ साथ जीया करते थे।<
The Life....
Life is curved
in the shape of a flower,
a curved trajectory
Looking For Eternal Love
I start my journey on having faith
That someday I'll find my day
I know this day
No Othe Friend
No other friend is quite like you.
No other friend could do exactly what you do.
mere pyaar me kami kya thi
Meri pyar mein kami kuch bhi na thi,
na jaane kyun tu begaana ho gaya.
tujhe lagt
tujhko chhuna chahu me
तुमको छुले जो हवा उसे छूना चाहूँ मैं,